by Heide McAlister-Bates
the light of the morning
touches my face
gently opening my eyes
to the dawn
it could have been
the feeling of your fingers
on my skin
that awakened me
Author's Note: I'm a morning person...
Posted on 06/07/2006
Copyright © 2020 Heide McAlister-Bates
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/07/06 at 11:19 PM|
Heide, I feel so lulled by your words. It's funny, morning for me is not like this. I'm more of a night person. Maybe it's the fact that once I get out of bed, I'm non-stop until...? The circular content of the poem (starting and ending the same way) almost makes me think of the sun. Beautiful!
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/08/06 at 03:35 AM|
The "or" of this is terrific, as are the two possibilities - both sensual and a wonderful way to wake up!
|Posted by Julie Adams on 06/08/06 at 06:51 PM|
this poem beams the morning light into your poetic prism of imagery...lovely read, stunning in few lines, succinct and delicious...peace, jewels
|Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/10/06 at 02:40 PM|
Yes, the softness, the warmth, what ever the source. What matters is the association. simply beautiful.
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 06/17/06 at 06:52 PM|
I am the "last living morning person". You put into words so well what I feel in the morning. Very well done Heide; very beautiful write.
|Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 06/24/06 at 02:13 PM|
It frightens the c*** out of me when somebody does that to me... I'm not a morning person but I know what you mean :)
|Posted by Jared Fladeland on 07/08/06 at 09:32 PM|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/23/06 at 03:46 PM|
What a great way to wake up. No one does that for me. Maybe that's why I'm not a morning person!? Well described Heide, and thanks also for the comment/compliment on my latest.
|Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 11/03/06 at 08:08 AM|
That's the kind of morning I can only dream of. The feeling of warmth and delight in this poem is very contagious.